She had chosen the name Zinc because it was the medium she had worked in, a subtle enough nod to her profession that those clever enough could find her a little more easily. She had been told, over time, that the name suited her. Sleek, hard, metallic, sharp. Perhaps is was not quite so appropriate now, but it was the only name Barbet had ever asked her for, and it was still what he called her now. It was one of the few acknowledgements she had from him.

At the sound of her name, and a chirrup from her robot bug, Zinc peeked her head out the front door. The woman with the long red hair was hard to mistake, and she had been nice enough to walk her home, so Zinc could be nice enough to come meet her at the gate.

"Hello, there is... a key, hanging on the wall."

She pointed to somewhere to the right of the gate itself. The purpose was to keep the zombie locked in, not to keep visitors out, if they so chose.